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Aug 2019
Emotions, a started chainsaw
For this life
There is no exit door
This shadowed darkness
I still feel deeply raw
They all think that I’m flawed
Aren’t we all
Down to our perfect core
Going to war
Fighting with loved ones
To settle a score
It makes me really sore
For what,
Maybe it’s because we are bored..

With our lives
This life’s not divine
My pen leaks the tears of the world
I see it cry
The tears flowing from this pen
Again
Is me releasing my frustration
So I learn to stop hating
….everything
Poetry is an outlet....it's the tears the joy the experience of artists inked thoughts
Written by
Faizel Farzee  34/M/South Africa
(34/M/South Africa)   
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